At thirty thousand feet, she never expected her smuggling run to end up like this. Trapped in the tight cabin of a private jet with one of the triplets who run the family business, she's caught between survival and a hunger she can't deny. He's supposed to be watching her, controlling her, breaking her will to talk. Instead his hands are everywhere they shouldn't be, his mouth tracing secrets across her throat while his brothers sit just feet away, pretending not to notice every gasp she bites back.
The turbulence rocks them together, his body pinning hers against the bathroom door, against the leather seats, against every surface that groans under their weight. She's slick with sweat and need, exposed to anyone who might turn their head, and somehow that only makes his fingers rougher, his demands more filthy, his possessiveness more consuming. He doesn't just want her compliance. He wants her broken open, begging, marked by him in ways that won't fade when they land.
When the case she carried turns out to be bait and the real target is her, the game changes. The brothers close ranks, but it's him who won't let her out of his sight, him who takes her again while the city lights blur beneath them, him who risks the family's wrath to keep her trembling in his bed instead of in the ground.
This is a full length mafia erotic romance featuring all three triplet brothers, explicit exhibitionism at altitude, and a heroine who learns that surrender can be the most dangerous weapon of all.
